The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Report!!"

"General Fan Qing has been confirmed dead in battle, killed by Zhu Rong!"

"Report, the ones who occupied Baiyuan City were the Restoration Army formed by Wanyan Honglie. He made a call and directly proclaimed himself emperor in Baiyuan City, leading nearly 80,000 troops! He claimed that he wanted to take back control of the Jurchens and sincerely invited all the Jurchen nobles to join!"

Hearing this, everyone’s scalp began to feel numb, their whole body was trembling, and they exclaimed in their hearts, the storm is coming!

On the dragon throne, the bones of Emperor Wanyan's hands turned white and made a thumping sound. The raging rage almost overwhelmed him. He gnashed his teeth and said, "This evil creature dared to collude with outsiders!"

"It must be the Great Xia Emperor who is secretly fanning the flames. Without him, there would be no Restoration Army! Do you think I am easy to bully? Just wait, wait!!"

He stood up suddenly, his hair standing on end with anger: "Listen to my order, kill them at all costs. First, encircle and kill Wanyan Honglie's rebels in Baiyuan City, and then fight a decisive battle with Daxia!"

The ministers were panicked and there was chaos.

A white-haired old man shouted, "Emperor, the Valley of the Array has been lost, and we have lost the initiative. Wanyan Honglie is coming with great force and his identity is sensitive. If we are not careful, the entire Jurchens will suffer a change!"

"I have received news that Dugu Jin has also rebelled. She has listed ten major crimes, accusing Your Majesty of being unkind and submitting to Daxia."

"What?!" Emperor Wanyan's forehead was covered with veins, and he was so angry that he said, "How was she captured?!"

All the court officials were silent, with grim expressions. In fact, everyone knew the truth about this matter. It was simply manipulated by the power of the Emperor and Empress, while the Emperor did not care at all, which led to this situation. In the final analysis, it was all their own fault, but they dared not say anything.

For a while, there was no sound.

boom!

Emperor Wanyan was so angry that he sat on the dragon throne and almost vomited blood. He was too lazy to investigate how Dugu Jin was captured. He just gritted his teeth and cursed: "How dare this bitch betray me!"

"Come here, immediately find everyone related to Dugu Jin and Zhu Rong, and kill all nine clans, leaving no one alive! I want to show them the price of betrayal!"

Upon hearing this, the court was in an uproar and everyone felt threatened.

"Emperor, no!"

"Wanyan Honglie's rebellion has spread across the Jurchens at a very fast speed, and has had a huge impact. If you continue to kill people at this time, I'm afraid the consequences will be out of control!"

"That's right, Your Majesty. If you take action, more people will be pushed towards Wanyan Honglie and the manipulator behind the scenes, the Great Xia Emperor!"

"Emperor, think twice!"

Bang, bang, bang! Countless ministers knelt down, their faces filled with panic, as if they were facing a storm.

"Ah!!" Emperor Wanyan roared, venting his anger. He slammed his hand hard on the dragon throne and fiercely swept his lower body: "So are we going to let these bastards rebel?"

"What do you think we should do?!"

The ministers' faces turned pale. Who could think of a solution, and who dared to speak?

"Your Majesty, why don't we negotiate peace with the Emperor of Daxia... and try to suppress the evil fire of Wanyan Honglie first, otherwise the entire Jurchens will be divided." An old minister risked his life to meet the emperor. He was a Jurchen minister, Jamuk, who was equivalent to the prime minister of Daxia. At this moment, he was worried about the country and the people.

Emperor Wanyan was furious: "I cannot afford to lose face by asking you to negotiate peace with the Emperor of Daxia!"

"He seized my Xianzhen Valley, killed my troops, and funded Wanyan Honglie's rebellion. What else can we talk about?!"

Jamuk said earnestly, "But Your Majesty, the Valley of the Array has been lost, the Elephant Army is gone, and Wanyan Honglie has captured the White Ape City. The situation is already precarious. If you don't make a decision immediately, the situation will be beyond your ability to bear."

"The best strategy is to destroy their plans, the next best is to destroy their alliances, and the third is to destroy their wars. We have no better way to go except to negotiate peace!"

Although these words were damaging to morale, they were indeed true. If the Jurchens lost both the Xianzhen Valley and the Xiang Army at the same time, it would be like losing a hand.

Wanyan Honglie's identity, coupled with Zhurong Dugujin's reversal and various appeals, will become a volcano ready to erupt at any time, enough to overthrow the entire regime of Emperor Wanyan.

Emperor Wanyan's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, filled with reluctance, anger, and madness!

All the officials below were trembling with fear on their faces.

Just like this, the stalemate lasted for a long time, and a terrible dark cloud gathered above the Jincheng Palace. It was so dark and overwhelming that it made people extremely depressed.

Even a few days ago, no one would have thought that the situation would change so suddenly.

In this palace at the top of the Jurchen pyramid, there was only one person who was never afraid, never anxious, and even a little happy!

In the garden, she danced lightly on her lotus feet, with a comfortable smile on her face, breathing in the fragrance of the flowers deeply, as if it was the first time in many years that she breathed so smoothly and happily.

"We've finally broken in. Everything has begun." She murmured, her cherry red lips charming, her graceful figure draped in the noble costumes of the Jurchen emperor and empress, she was eclectic and exceptionally beautiful.

She is Fanyin! A woman who was inconspicuous from beginning to end, but she fueled the entire war. Without her, Zhurong might not have surrendered to Daxia.

In front of her, there were several people standing. They were dressed modestly, but judging from their brows, it was obvious that they were not ordinary people. Most of them were direct descendants of the Fan family.

"Empress, you are going too far!"

"Fan Qing is dead because of this plan!" Someone gritted his teeth and expressed his dissatisfaction!

A hint of coldness flashed across Fanyin's eyes: "It's his own problem, what a fool! If it weren't for him, the Xiang Army wouldn't have changed hands!"

"You!" Although everyone knew this was the fact, they still couldn't hide their anger.

Seeing this, Fanyin suddenly smiled again, and said in a soft voice, "Uncles and aunts, don't you want the Fan family to become the number one family in the Jurchens in the future?"

"Why should everything be decided by the three prime minister families? Third uncle, how are you worse than Yelu Yan? Sixth uncle, don't you want revenge for the fact that your only son's leg was broken by the Xiti family?"

Every word she said hit the sore spots of these superiors. They were either moved or had flames of hatred in their eyes. In the end, they all acquiesced!

After a long time, these people left secretly, as if they had never been there.

Fanyin's eyes flickered, and the kindness on her face disappeared without a trace. She was trapped in the palace and had lost herself. "Send this letter to White Ape City. The latest situation is all in it."

"Tell him that I'm not doing well. Ask him to come and save me as soon as possible. I'm willing to do anything for him."

"Yes!" A maid took it respectfully, and it seemed that this was not the first time she had done such a thing.

"..."

three days later.

Qin Yun mobilized various parties to gather 12,000 Jurchen captives, escorted them into the Xianzhen Valley, and began to move stones to make preliminary preparations for the Great Wall.

Seven days later, people from the Ministry of Works of the Imperial Capital arrived with a magnificent lineup, representing almost the highest construction technology in the entire Central Plains. At Qin Yun's order, they began to prepare drawings and plans for the Great Wall.